The world around me
Is moving on.
The time is swiftly rolling on.
In usual uninterrupted way,
The progress of the modern world is going on.
But I am
Keeping as a timeless being,
Surviving being a stetionary soul.
In nature's usual and disciplined way,
The sun is everyday glowing,
The wind is also blowing.
But my inner world is now a dark desert,
Life is a long unwanted path.
In the crowdy, well developed world,
I am a prey of loneliness.
Though the outer world keep exploring new reasons to move,
Yet my inner world is in this case reasonless.
I, myself is keeping as moveless.